Easter and Beyond

Funny how both Easter and Christmas bring out the 'blues' (depression) in me. Maybe it's because these are supposed to be happy family times, but for a sentimental guy like me who has no immediate family (not even a partner) it's a bit easier to understand.

The closest family I have are my daughter (at present holidaying on the Gold Coast with her family) and my brother, who lives with his wife in Maryborough, Victoria. I see them both roughly once a month and the people I see most often are the nursing staff at dialysis (three times a week), who - although they are all quite friendly and pleasant - are not the most inspiring people I have ever met!

This Easter Sunday, as I did last year, I took part in the local Easter Parade. I accompanied the mother of one of my carers, known as "Kyra the Clown", as we followed the procession of floats and bands, etc., along the route. "Kyra", like me, was in a wheelchair this time, after suffering a broken spine in a recent fall. We chased each other in our chairs and charged playfully at the children in the crowd, smiling and waving at everyone as we wished them a happy Easter.

I feel this may be the final Easter Parade for both of us as the 'fun' element has dissipated over time... maybe age is catching up on us! I hope not.